Rachel

She had eyes the colour of the Islay Sea.
Her hair silk and russet. Against the paleness of
her marked skin.There was strength
in her that burned…. a quasar. When she spoke
you listened. As if someone had whispered
into your soul. With that it grasped your heart
filling it with awe. A catalyst engulfing you
with desire to do a little more.Create
something beautiful. A woman who’s inner
light is Sirius. And unlike any other.
She is Osmium. Tá sí an bhean Is breá liom.

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